After insessant annoyance by a number of people (jk i love you), I will continue the story!

Dedicated to (you know who you are) , for making my head 19 sizes bigger tonight :P And so that you won't have to check your email every 5 minutes until it's up. surprise!

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It took me an extra hour after the movie was over to finally pry Mikayla off of Nate and drag her home. And then another 7 minutes of me sitting in the cab alone while she kissed him goodnight. I couldn't bear to do the same with Shane tonight. A quick peck on the cheek was all he got before I turned and walked to the waiting cab.

By the time we finally got back to her house (where I was staying the night) it was almost midnight. Her mom was already asleep by the looks of things, so we just crept silently up to Mikayla's bedroom. And at this time, she began gushing to me about Nate. Nate, Nate, absolutely everything Nate. I could tell she'd been dying holding it in throughout the whole cab ride but hadn't said anything for fear the cab driver would call the tabloids. Mikayla always did like her privacy.

Oh God is she still talking? Yes! I glance at my watch and estimate she's been going for at least 6 minutes straight. And I haven't responded once to anything she's said. I haven't even been looking at her, off in my own little world. Man I need to stop that.

"…and when he held me through the whole movie, I thought I was gonna absolutely die. Isn't he just the sweetest guy you've ever met? Well besides Shane I guess. Oh and right before we left, he told me he'd never seen eyes more beautiful than mine. And he stumbled over his words while he said it too! He's so sweet…"

She's still babbling about him…she must have realized that I'm dying inside by now…right? Can't she feel the pain waves emanating from the body sitting 6 inches from her? Ooooookay I guess not since she's still going…

And, no, that's not "the sweetest thing ever" as she'd say! He stumbled? Ha! If I were him, I wouldn't stumble over anything. I'd take her hand, look straight into her absolutely gorgeous eyes, and tell her with no hesitation exactly what I was thinking.

I look up as I see her staring at me oddly, a raised eyebrow. Her hand is raised as if she's been waving it in front of my eyes…which she's probably been doing. "Mitch?" she said cautiously.

I blink, making my thoughts bury themselves once more, before slapping on a smile. "Yeah, sorry, what?" I say quickly.

Mikayla shakes her head with a small smile. "Never mind. You've been spacing a lot tonight, Mitchie…" she says quietly, more to herself than me. But I heard her. I just chose not to reply.

We both silently get up to get ready for bed, occupied with our own thoughts. I strip quickly and she tosses me the PJ's I always keep over here. Pulling them on, I can't help but look over at her. And I can't look away.

I know how wrong it is to look. I really do. But it's like she's a magnet that my eyes are drawn to. I can't help but allow them to travel over every beautiful curve, every smooth inch of her soft skin. It's like she's moving in slow motion, and I'm catching every single second. I know I'm about to get caught and look away at just the right instant, a blush flaming on my cheeks. My heart is pounding.

We climb into bed and she switches off the lights. I roll away from her, trying desperately to tame the butterflies roving through my stomach at light speed. But that didn't quite work when she scooted closer to me. Very close to me. My heart beat violently and I thought it was going to explode out of my chest with every beat. She pressed her warm body full against mine and wrapped her arms around my waist.

It's like this that we gently drift to sleep, my blood rushing the entire time.

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I'm sitting in Mikayla's dressing room, mindlessly flipping through one of the magazines she has lying around. I glance at the clock hanging on the wall, noting that she should be finished filming soon enough.

I drove her to the studio today, at her beck and call as always. I spent the first hour or two off screen watching. I loved watching her act. She kept her face cool and calm, just like her character, but I could see the spark in her eyes. Mikayla had always loved acting so much more than singing, because, as she always said, it gave her "the chance to be someone I'm totally not." Alex is hot, adventurous, sarcastic, and is always getting into trouble. That was not the Mickey I knew, and she just ate up the chance to play the bad girl.

During a scene where she wasn't on, she came running off the set and stood with me and we sat there whispering and giggling the entire time.

After a while though, I motioned to her, telling her that I would be in her dressing room until she was finished. And here I am, reading yet another stupid article on Mikayla and Nate's relationship. Just the headline made me feel like I needed to throw up, and the picture of them kissing on page 9 really tested the control I had on my gag reflex.

I heard the door open and practically flung the magazine to the ground, much more interested on my best friend who was sauntering in with a giant smile. She plopped happily down next to me on her couch, taking a sip of the bottle of water that she held in her hand.

"Hey, Mickey, how was filming?" I asked with a smile.

"It was great, I hope it turns out well and the viewers like it because I really liked this episode," she answers in between glugs of water.

The room fills with silence, but it's comfortable, the way silence should be with your best friend. She polished off the bottle of water and leaned back into the couch without speaking. Just smiling. It was during this silent and happy time that she timidly reached out for my hand. I let her take it and had to slow my breathing as she intertwined our fingers. We sit like this for a few minutes, before she gently lays her head on my shoulder. Her breathing evened out while all mine did was become more and more sporadic.

Her scent filled my nose, it travelled all the way up to my brain, thoroughly intoxicating me. My shoulder and hand tingled where she touched. Mikayla was all I could think about. Normally, I would've meticulously thought out all my actions and words to make sure I didn't do or say anything stupid.

This was not one of those times.

I pressed my lips gently to her forehead, my eyes closing. We stayed close for several seconds before I pulled my lips away, my eyes half opening. She shifted on my shoulder, looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes that could read me like a book.

I stared at her and she stared at me.

And then we kissed.

I moved my lips against hers. They were soft, so much softer than I'd ever imagined. And I'd imagined us kissing a lot! Us together like this felt perfect, beyond perfect, I was flying on the highest cloud in the universe. We fit together like no boy and I ever had.

She timidly kissed me back. I let my arms snake around her neck, securing themselves around her.

My touch awakened her like nothing ever had before.

Mikayla shot out of my arms, off the couch, almost out the room. She stood, staring at me, breathing hard like she'd just run a marathon. Her left hand groped at the fabric of her shirt over where her heart was, most likely trying to slow it.

"Mickey…Mickey, I'm-"

Mikayla cut me off. "Mitchie, I'm…I'm sorry- I have to- I don't- I have to go." Before sprinting out of here like she was on fire.

Shit.

God, if you're up there, I only have one favor to ask of you:

PLEASE KILL ME!